I was auctioned off like merchandise by three men, but I don't know why they want a worthless person like me.

I'm a blind hooker who can't see anything, surviving only by selling my body.
After accidentally getting pregnant, my client humiliated me in public: "Two lines! You lying bitch trying to scam my money!" The owner immediately threw me out, and my begging on my knees was useless—who wants a pregnant piece of trash?
I thought I'd die on the streets, until I heard familiar footsteps...
"I'll buy her." The politician's voice made my blood run cold.
"I'll pay double." The businessman immediately followed.
"Wait! That kid is mine!" The broke gambler screamed frantically.
Three men in expensive suits started bidding, auctioning me and my unborn child like livestock. I couldn't see anything, could only listen to them discuss my "value" like they were picking produce at a market.
But I don't understand... I'm just a nobody, a worthless person who can't even see where I'm going. Why do these powerful men suddenly all want me? What about an unborn baby drives them so crazy?
The politician mentions needing a "perfect family image," the businessman talks about "political investment," the gambler claims the child will help him "make a comeback"... Their words are full of conspiracies I can't comprehend.


Three Buyers Bidding for One Pregnant Hooker

We moved to the small town David had recommended in his letter. Everything he'd described was here – blue skies, white clouds, and the kind of peaceful environment where a child could grow up safely.
Our new house wasn't big, but it had a garden, just like I'd always dreamed. I decorated Davina's r...

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